Travis' POV
Its been about a week since the whole party accident. Dalton hasn't came out of his room since. He barely eats and God knows what he does when he has to go to the toilet. I am positive he doesn't have a tunnel running from his room to the bathroom.
I decided I would check on him to make sure he was ok.
I walked into his room and saw him laying in his bed looking out the window. "Dalton? You feeling alright?" I asked him. "Yeah. I'm fine." he said, not turning around. I walked over to his bed and sat down. I placed my hand on his side. "Listen, don't tell Mitch, but I'm gonna end your punishment early." I said. He nodded his head. "No. I don't deserve that freedom." he said. I sighed. "Feel better bud." I said and left.
Mitch's POV
Travis came out of Dalton's room and looked pretty upset. "Hey, everything ok?" I asked him. "Yeah." he said. I grabbed his hand and gave him a soft kiss. "I love you." I mumbled. "I love you too." he said and smiled.
Me and Travis were laying on the couch watching tv when the phone rang. "Trav, go get the phone. Its your turn." I said. "Since when do we take turns?" he asked. "Since I said so now go get it." I shooed him. I heard him talking to whoever was on the phone.
Travis sat back down on the couch with a sigh. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Dalton's teacher wants him to go to tutoring after school because his grades are low." he said. "Ugh! What!" Dalton yelled. "Get out here!" I yelled. He popped his head from behind the couch. "Jesus. You scared the shit out of me." I said.
"So. Grades. Speak child." Travis said. "What about them?" Dalton asked. I gave him a look. "You're disappointed aren't you?" Dalton asked. "Uh uh. Don't turn this around on us. Why are grades low?" I asked him. "Well...." he said and tried running to the door. He opened the door and ran right into Scott. "Move." Dalton said. Scott gave me a look. I nodded my head. "You know Dalton, shouldn't you listen to your parents?" Scott said.
Dalton's POV
"You know Dalton, shouldn't you listen to your parents?" Scott asked me. I narrowed my eyes. "Douchebag." I said. "Dalton Mitchell! Don't speak like that!" Mitch yelled. I rolled my eyes. "Scott, hold this." Kacey said handing Luke to Scott. "Ew." I mumbled. Why is THAT here?
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Gone For Good (Book 3)
FanfictionDalton Wright didn't know what to think anymore. He grew up saying how much he hated his parents, but Mitch and Travis try their very hardest to show that they cared and wanted the best for him. Dalton sees his parents are trying, but still doesn't...
